Thursday, June 1, 2017

IGNORANCIA O ARROGANCIA | IGNORANCE OR ARROGANCE



Saturday, May 27, 2017

AN IRREFUTABLE PROOF | PRUEBAS IRREFUTABLES

ABOUT ME, SOMEONE WROTE...

AN IRREFUTABLE PROOF
"I feel like calling you 'coward,'
But this reminds me that I am too...

All I have to tell you was already said.
Because words can not be split from bodies,
Since only time progresses.

Everything I want to tell you, I can not put it into words
It's what still makes me... have you...
I can not find the words to express what I must.
That you rip me the organs,
That you take me to the ecstasy
That it hurts me to be a part and the whole
There is no paper that contains you in letters
Or in sketches.

Everything I have to tell you, I will not tell you
I can not, I should not.

I just feel you..."


SOBRE MI, ALGUIEN ESCRIBIO...

PRUEBAS IRREFUTABLES
"Me apetece llamarte 'cobarde,'
luego me recuerda que yo también lo soy…

Todo lo que tengo que decirte ya se dijo.
Debido a que las palabras no se separan de los cuerpos,
Ya que solo el tiempo avanza.
Todo lo que te puedo decir
Es lo que todavía me hace... tenerte...

No logro decir lo que debo.
Que me arrancas los órganos,
Que me llevas al extásis
Que me duele ser una parte y el todo
No hay papel que te contenga en letras
O en bocetos.

Todo lo que tengo que decirte, no te lo diré
No puedo, no debo.

Solo te siento..."

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

EXPLORING WITH MY BIKE | EXPLORANDO EN MI BICI


EXPLORING WITH MY BIKE 
"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 
there is rapture in the lonely shore, 
there is society where none intrudes, 
by the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more."

[Lord Byron]

EXPLORANDO EN MI BICI
"Existe un tremendo placer en los bosques sin sendas,
en el embelezo de una playa solitaria,
en las sociedades en donde nadie se siente fastidiado,
por la profundidad del oceáno o la música de su rugido;
No me disgusta el hombre pero la naturaleza me fascina."

Monday, May 1, 2017

LIFE IS NOT SOFT AND FLUFFFY



LIFE IS NOT SOFT AND FLUFFFY
IT IS REAL,  SOLID CONCRET...

Konkret
Performed by Chin Chillaz
Enjoy!

WHEN... | CUANDO...


INSIGHT FOR THE DAY
SUGERENCIA DEL DIA

"Cuando llueva, busque los arcoiris.
Cuando se encuentre en la oscuridad, busque las estrellas."

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

ME PREGUNTARON... | THEY QUESTIONED ME...


"They questioned me if I did drugs...
I told them about the tasty kisses you give me
and the scent of your body."

TREAT ME DIRTY, TREAT ME CRUEL...



TREAT ME DIRTY, TREAT ME CRUEL...
IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER!

A SOUL THAT'S BEEN ABUSED
[Lyrics by Ronnie Earl & Duke Robillard]

You can treat me dirty.
You can treat me cruel.
It doesn't really matter.
I was still your loving fool.

(Be)'Cause baby, oh baby! You really
didn't know what you were doing.
I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Baby...
I'm only sorry to see
ever good loving ruin.

Time heals all the wounds.
That's what the people say.
But for all your wrong doings,
Someday, you'll have to pay.
Because... baby! Oh, baby!
(I know you work in a field).

You really didn't know what you were doing.
(No, No...)

But still, after all, we've been through
You still stand a queue from a soul
that's been abused.

Well, well...

(Extended Guitar Solo)

I'll forgive you, baby.
forgive but not forget.
Sometimes I get angry (at myself), baby.
Oh, I wish we had never met.

You didn't understand
Then you let me feel like a man
So sorry, we both must lose
That's why you found me
(somewhere in this world singing this blues).

Well,
You can treat me dirty.
You can treat me cruel.
It doesn't really matter.
I was still your loving fool.

Because baby, oh baby, you really
didn't know what you were doing.
I know you didn't mean to hurt me.
I'm only sorry to see
ever good loving ruin.

Said I'm sorry. Now all my heart is broke. I'm so sorry
It's a sad time, when through lovings
Oh, baby! It's a sad time when hatred wins.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry... with all of my heart, I'm so sorry. I miss you, babe...

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday, April 16, 2017

THE MAGIC OF THE DRAGONFLY | LA MAGIA DE UNA LIBELULA

THE MAGIC OF THE DRAGONFLY

‘His magic’ lies down on the different stages of its life.
It is aquatic and extremely voracious in its early growth;
Aerial as an adult, flying high, fast, and almost unstoppable.

And it only lands during two times of its entire life:
- The Female Dragonfly, for a very brief moment, is ready
to lay her eggs to hatch a legacy of her species in a pond.
- When the Male Dragonfly is exhausted - dejected or dispirited -
for his downfall.

Nevertheless, he keeps his wings hard, strong; as he were
still proud of them because they allowed him to fly beyond
the horizon, in a continuous search of experiences.

That particular seek, we all need, wish, or expect to explore
the world. A purpose or a main  dream, that source of  personal
inspiration. A fine essential feature of humanity.

I noticed that today. I witnessed the last moments, the agony;
the last humming sound of his wings of this male in “quite
a camouflage.”

Apparently, we - humans - might resemble those dragonflies:
we hope to die with just a little bit of pride, honor, or dignity
‘not to eat or foresee any dust.’

Many times, our cherished aspiration(s) or plan(s) go straight
to trash because we can hardly understand that our most precious
gift is based on our own existence and freedom…



[Text & Photography by Alfonso A.Tobar]
BURLINGTON, NC
OLYMPUS XZ-2iHS

LA MAGIA DE UNA LIBELULA

Su magia radica en las diferentes etapas de su vida:
Es acuático y voraz en su desarrollo;
Es aéreo en todo su estado adulto - volando alto, rápido, siempre ávido.

Y solo toca tierra, en dos momentos de su vida:
- La Hembra, levemente, cuando pone huevos, en una laguna para
establecer descendencia, dejar su legado, la continuidad de su especie. 
- Cuando el Macho cae abatido, obligado.

Aunque agónico mantiene su par de alas firmes, erectas; como orgulloso
de ellas porque le permitieron volar.

Me imagino… con la esperanza de elevarse nuevamente para volar más 
allá del horizonte, en busca de nuevos parajes.

Esa búsqueda, ese trascender fronteras, límites o espacios que todos 
queremos. Un propósito o sueño, ese algo que nos mantiene atentos. 
Característica humana fundamental.

Hoy me percaté de ello. Presencié los últimos embates de las alas de 
este macho verde con marrón.

Al parecer, algunos humanos no somos muy diferentes de las libélulas: 
buscamos morir con orgullo, algo de dignidad sin siquiera poner los pies
sobre la tierra.

Se truncan nuestros planes o sueños porque difícilmente llegamos a
entender o apreciar que nuestra propia existencia y libertad son nuestra
única felicidad…

April 16, 2017

Friday, April 14, 2017

BODY MORPHIC - A DEDICATION TO YOU - MAY I ..., SHOULD I SAY YOUR NAME?



BODY MORPHIC

I met an angel in the underground.
She was over there as if she were waiting for me.

Her body was a living sculpture
and into my impious eyes, she gave birth to her soul.

She was breathing the galaxy,
Standing out from the crowd,
Dancing her arms to claim her presence.

At that very moment, I thought of Whitman:
"She was celebrating herself and singing herself,
  For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you..."

She would then steal but a moment from our errands.
People commute all the while
- rush hour -
a delicate winged creature those savages looked at
and  were reluctant to see.

I daresay "Overcome the pain and fly away!, I beg you",
she did not listen...

In my mind, I can still see her flow.
I am shocked and pensive
for her body morphic was totally ignored.

Unable to evolve, she could not survive.
Thus, my world stopped the same day her soul was born.

...And silently,  abandoned in her  loneliness
that wonderful angel vanished into the unknown.

By Alfonso A. Tobar



 TRANSFORMACION CORPORAL

Descubrí un ángel en el subterráneo.
Allí estaba como esperándome.

Su cuerpo era una escultura viva
y ante mis ojos profanos dio a luz su alma.

Respiraba la galaxia,
de entre el gentío,
extendía sus brazos clamando su presencia.

En ese preciso instante, recordé a Whitman:
"Me Celebro y me canto mi mismo,
 porque cada átomo de mi cuerpo también pertenece al tuyo..."

Sólo nos tomaría un momento de nuestro tiempo.
La gente estaba exacerbada
- en la hora de mayor ajetreo -
criatura alada y delicada que aquellos salvajes miraban pero no apreciaban.

Y dije "¡Olvida el dolor y huye!, te lo ruego, se lo imploré"
pero no quiso escuchar...

En mi mente, todavía puedo sentir su danza,
aún no lo puedo creer
porque ignoraron su transformación corporal.

Si no evolucionaba, no podría sobrevivir.
El mismo día que emergió su alma, mi mundo se detuvo.

...Silenciosamente, abandonada a su soledad
ese hermoso ángel pereció, se desvaneció.

By Alfonso A. Tobar
*

CORP MORPHIQUE

J'ai rencontré un ange dans le métro.
Elle était là, comme si elle m'attendait.

Son corps est une sculpture vivante.
et dans mes yeux impies elle a donné naissance à son âme.

Elle respirait la gallaxy,
Se démarquer de la foule,
elle bouge les bras pour réclamer sa présence.

A ce moment précis, j'ai pensé à Whitman:
"Elle était elle-même célébrer et chanter elle-même,
   Pour chaque atome appartenant à moi comme bon vous appartient ... "

Elle serait alors voler mais un moment de nos courses.
Dans l'intervalle, les gens font la navette
  - heure de pointe -
une créature ailée délicate ces sauvages ont regardé et étaient réticents à voir.

J'ose dire "Vaincre la douleur et de s'enfuir!, Je vous en prie",
Elle ne l'écoutait pas ...

Dans mon esprit, je peux encore voir son débit.
Je suis choqué et pensive
pour son corp morphique a été totalement ignorée.

Elle ne peut pas évoluer, elle ne pouvait pas survivre.
Ainsi, mon monde a arrêté le même jour, son âme était né.

... Et en silence, abandonné dans sa solitude
cet ange merveilleux disparu dans l'inconnu.

By Alfonso A. Tobar 

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

I PUT A SPELL ON YOU... [PERFORMED BY TAB BENOIT]




I PUT A SPELL ON YOU
(Lyrics by Creedence Clear Water Revival. Performed by Tab Benoit)

I put a spell on you because you're mine.
You better stop the thing that you're doin'.
You better "Watch out, I ain't lyin'", yeah
I ain't gonna take none of your, none of your foolin' around
I ain't gonna take none of your, none of your puttin' me down
I put a spell on you - babe -  because you're mine, all right
Oh yeah, you're mine.

Babe, I put a spell on you - love - because you're mine
You better stop, the thing that you're doin' babe
I said, "Watch out, I ain't lyin'", No, oh no, no!
Well, well, I ain't gonna take none of your, one of your foolin' around.
And I ain't gonna take none of your, one of your puttin' me down
I put a spell on you - babe - because you're mine...